No Arms Can Ever Hold You Novels & Stories

"What's the point of us holding hands? People in relationships hold hands." I was about to turn around and continue walking when I saw someone cycling toward me. He was about to hit me with his bicycle when I felt a strong arm around me and my body being turned around. My legs gave out and I found myself falling in Lucas' arms. My whole weight was on his front while his arms were around my waist in a tight grip.

And something in me says, if I would have said that he would have dropped the world he is holding just to catch me in his arms. There is nothing more scary than this. Needing someone to catch you, because you know there is a probability that they might not.

hence, if you ain't in, then you can't be forced" Amalia was relieved by her words. "thanks" Amalia smiled at her. "get ready, Ama Darling...it's almost time...hmm...few minutes to go" A man walks in, checking on his wristwatch. He was in control of all the girls... "I am ready" It took Amalia a whole lot to say those words...she is anxious and scared...It's fine, trust me" the girl holds onto Amalia's hands and squeezes them lightly. Even if she never wanted to, she has no choice but trusts her...

Another arm came around my waiste, locking me in a vice-like grip. I couldn’t shout, nor move.

And a threat. My lips drift apart slowly, letting out gentle breaths. His hold on my arm is so aggressive that I feel like I could lose consciousness but I don’t even have the strength to speak. “Talk!” He yells at me, hand tugging my body even more violently than before. I yelp, panting hard. “Please, let go of me.” I plead. I never thought I’d beg him before. I never thought one hand could cause me so much suffering in a split second. He holds my other arm with the same intensity. A sharp gasp leave my lips.

"Anyone else and it would kill them in seconds." "Anna stop walking," Ryker said, grabbing my arm. I stopped but the pull didn't, it just built pressure behind my sternum instead, like something pushing against a door I was holding closed with my whole body. "I can't hold it much longer," I said honestly. Ronald was beside me now, both of them holding my arms, and I appreciated it, I did, but I could feel through the Triad bond that they could feel the pull too and they both knew as well as I did that holding my arms wasn't going to stop whatever was coming.

Maybe it was time to shake that calm a little. Fueled by equal parts courage and curiosity, I loosened my grip around his neck. He didn’t even seem to notice, and I remained securely held in his arms. I’d been holding on for no reason… The thought that my struggle and aching arms had been pointless made me furious. With a swift move, I also let go of his waist with my legs. That motion threw him off balance, since the body that had been pressed tightly to his was now swinging freely beneath him. His head snapped toward me with inhuman speed, and his arms tightened around my waist, pulling me against him. Every millimeter between us was erased. My legs and arms dangled into the void while he

is keep holding his hand. Just a little longer.

He goes completely still. His arms stay at his sides. I can feel him breathing. I can feel him deciding. But his hands don't close around me. And I stand there holding on anyway. —

"You never checked behind you, Isabella." "I thought I was in front of you." "Didn't run fast enough," he says, "I passed you." "What did you do to my arm?" Eric does it again, slowly. "Get their arm behind their back, bend the elbow so their wrist is being forced to the back of their armpit and their elbow is pointing at the opposite hip bone. Then lift up on the arm gently. Not too hard or you could dislocate the shoulder," he explains then let's go. "Basic hold."